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Off To The Races

Well, well, well. Didn’t the pot just call the kettle darkly-hued. It’s okay. I get it. 52% of our nation’s electorate was foolish enough to vote for a detestable hypocrite. On issue after issue, across all the political boundaries, the man’s ability to hold diametrically opposed views when his tactical needs changed astounds the rational observer.

In 2006, it was Senator Obama who piously announced that he was tired of politicians using terrorism as a wedge issue. In 2012, It’s President Gutsy-Call spiking the ball and performing the Ickey Shuffle instead of the slow jam.

Thus, when the topic addressed is interracial relationships, the son of an African Man and a Caucasian Woman is no less despicably disingenuous. First, like his dad, he had interracial sex with a white woman.* Second, he became conflicted and confused about where things were going.** Third, he reached for the projection and started blaming other black men who did exactly what he did. Ann Althouse has read enough of Dreams of My Father to articulate just the extent to which Barack Obama should be put away in a toolbox somewhere and not let back out in public.

By the way, in his book “Dreams From My Father,” Obama writes of being openly critical of a black man with a white girlfriend:
Tim was not a conscious brother. Tim wore argyle sweaters and pressed jeans and talked like Beaver Cleaver. He planned to major in business. His white girlfriend was probably waiting for him up in his room, listening to country music. He was happy as a clam, and I wanted nothing more than for him to go away. I got up, walked with him down the hall to my room, gave him the assignment he needed. As soon as I got back to Reggie’s room, I somehow felt obliged to explain.

“Tim’s a trip, ain’t he,” I said, shaking my head. “Should change his name from Tim to Tom.”

My heart goes out to Genevieve Cook (pictured below). She, like 52% of the US electorate, made an utterly bad decision.

Barack Obama's First Victim

The Young Barack Obama (pictured below) was just as much of a manipulative player as the more mature, perfected model.

Slick, Isn't He?

So what is it about the Modern Left that allows them to run ethical pygmies like Quota-hontus and President Duplicity off their leadership assembly line? How do they use issues of race and ethnicity to cheat people and hurt our nation without the slightest twinge of regret? How can they *not* feel like the jerks that they truly are?

I think this gets to how leftist beliefs effect the internal coherence and value system of a functional human being. Andy Nowicki describes the final Leftist cynicism below.

To put it plainly, and vulgarly, no one really believes any of that “diversity” (expletive) anymore. No one believes much of anything anymore, in fact. We have entered an age of “anti-ideologies,” a time in which the most anger, energy, and focus seems driven in an exclusively negative direction, dedicated and determined less to prove anything than to disprove everything.

The iniquitous and anti-humanist Leftist views diversity and racial equality the same way Vladamir Lenin viewed art. It’s a weapon. Thus, Barack Obama could coldly and viciously screw a white woman, but love and marriage were out of the question. Elizabeth Warren could manipulate the tragic history of a people who’s culture was displaced by the settlement of North America to gain tenure at a law school and then remark that her Granddad had high cheekbones. You know, like all those people do.

I hope the Left is proud of our Post-Modern President. Otherwise, they probably sit there with their hangovers as disappointed and sickened by this man as the rest of us. It’s The Morning After in America and he doesn’t really seem to be that in to us anymore…..

* My wife was born in Seoul, Korea and we have two beautiful kids. By my standards, the Prez. wasn’t a screwed up mess of a man for step number one in isolation.
** I’ve known guys like that. They always seem to bust the nut first – THEN they feel deep emotional confusion and fear of commitment. Oops, oh well!